(you should read, even though it's long)
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Hey. So my life is boring right? Well something actually happened tonight that's worth blogging about. Ok. It's Sunday. Well, Chris, Aaron, Kenneth, and Matt wanted me to go bowling with them. At first I didn't want to go, but Dave decided he might as well, so I just went with him. All the people that ended up going were the aforementioned five plus me and Kerry and Amanda. We got there and I didn't feel like bowling then so I played some time crisis: a game in which you have a cool nine (that actually recoils when you fire!), but the cool nine was broke and it only recoiled about every 30 shots and the gun didn't always shoot when you pulled the trigger, so it wasn't as fun as it was last time. But I used the quarters I happened to have in my pocket anyway just to pass the time. Alright. Then I joined those that were bowling and watching the bowling people bowl. After watching them bowl a couple seconds, I was like, "Hey, I kinda wanna do this." So I payed all of like 2 bucks and started up bowling. In keeping with my bowling past, I hit all of 4 pins in eight consecutive throws (go gutterball!!). The next couple were ok. Got a strike (don't ask how), but thinks going generally well. Then it comes to my turn again... Well, I walk up, grab me my trust 10 pounder, step down and wail me a gutterball. Well, that's not bad, it's nothing new; but this lady in the lane next to ours says something to the effect of, "you went out of turn", and "when someone gets up before you you don't just go ahead and bowl", and something about bowling etiquette. Well, I shrug that off not knowing what on earth she was talking about. I mean, it's a bowling alley, it's a free-for-all, right? So we keep a goin'. Then there was this one shot, man it was awesome! I tossed it down and it did that gutter at the last second thing and, POW, it shoots off to the side and knocks over all but one pin. I was like, dude! And they were like, whoa! (or something to that effect). Then, to top it off, I didn't take out that last pin but it was still an awesome shot! Well, the glory didn't last long folks. I go and stand by the ball wrack taking in the strange feat I had just acheived, when, a guy (apparently friend or kin of the aforementioned lady) walks up to me from the other lane and started his own little out of turn speach. I was like, "ok, that's nice... (GET OFF ME!!!)". Then the lady decides to walk up and say something like this, the smell of beer heavy on her breath (his too), "It seems all you care about... if all you care about... you just care about you're mother f***in' f***in'... it's all you care about..." and then "my daughter (get that) is a youth minister... youth mi-... at the Cornerstone Church... she's a godly... she wouldn't think you're being godly at all..." and some more about being courteous and using bowling etiquette. Chris walks up and trys to get a word in edgewise saying that i've only been bowling just a couple of times so I don't know this "bowling etiquette" and that they should just get off me, pretty much. then the guy butts in, "If you just be courteous and follow the rules (or something like that), we'll show the same to you. It doesn't matter what she said." Then he turns to me and says, "Got it?" I say (or try to say), "Um, so like when--", and he cuts me off, leans in a little bit, and says, "Got it?". I say, "No, I mean if--", cuts me off again (temper level rises very much), leans forward waaay too close, and says,"You know what I mean. Got it???" very emphatically. I was so very close to just wailing him in the face, right there and then. I though many a nasty thought right then, many things I wanted to say and refained and just mumbled a yes. UGH!!!!!!!! And then he walks off. Let me tell you, I was on the last straw of self containment. Had they come up to me one more time, I would have let out a side of me that I don't think anyone has ever seen. I would have matched them curse for curse and probably slugged his ugly freakin' crappy little face! *whew*, ok, venting done. But yeah. They ticked me off fer-real bad. So yeah. Back to the bowling alley. When I turn, everyone's jaws were dropped 'cause of the evil lady's language. Everyone was completely shocked at hearing that. Well, the game resumed. Everyone took their turns and it came to my turn. I didn't want to go up for fear I might break some other "bowling etiquette" rule, and at the same time, I wanted to break one just to show 'em that I wasn't afraid of some cussin' half-drunk people. Well, I went up and figured out what they were talking about with the whole waiting thing, and "took my turn". I actually did well, took out nine of the pins. Then the lady walked up to me and I was thinking, Oh CRAP!!, but she walked up to me and was like, "Great job. That was good." and high-fived me. I was thinking, what on earth just happened?? Well, I walk up (on my turn, mind you. gotta be courteous) and miraculously take out the last pin. Walking back she approaches me again and high-fives again and is like telling me I did good, then says, "You did good. You were courteous. You can use this as a life lesson." I just nod. She continues, "Use it as a life lesson." I'm thinkin', ok, a strange lady cussing you out for no good reason, yeah, that's a life lesson. I start to try to apologize to attempt to get on their better side, I get two or three words out and she just says,"Use it as a life lesson" in a not-so-nice-and-sure-to-end-all-conversation-like tone. That raised the temper bar just slightly 'cause I hate being cut off and not being able to say what I want to say, which these people were very good at. But yeah. We finished up our game, and I actually did pretty well, got another strike. But even though we had around 10 or 20 minutes left, we decided to just go and not risk making the drunk people mad again. So. That's how my Sunday night went. I desperately need some way to vent all this anger I have stored up in me. When I think about something or somebody that really ticks me off, I just get filled up. I feel something like a shaken DP (doctor pepper). You shake it up and the lid keeps all that pressure in, but even the lid will burst open when enough pressure is applied. And it takes a long while before that pressure goes down. That's pretty much me. I'm a DP. I have a good amount of self control and patience to keep that anger in. It takes alot to make me actually show my anger, but I fear that day that I just won't be able to hold it in. But yeah. I think I had better go because I need some sleep and it's late and this thing is really really long. The moral of the story is be courteous to drunk people and know your bowling etiquette!! That's all folks.
